Date: Thu, 2 Mar 2000 19:37:04 EST
From: CJM
Subject: Italian Dad (part 2)
Italian Dad--Part II
This part of the story is fiction, PURE fantasy. Special thanks to all of
you have sent me comments on Part I. I have incorporated some of your
thoughts into this chapter.
I woke up the next morning with my face nuzzled into Massimo's coarse chest
hair. His belly was against mine and his arms were holding me. My right
hand was resting on his furry ass and I started to rub it gently.
"How's Papa's boy this morning?" he whispered. I didn't realize he was
awake until he spoke to me. I lifted my head from his chest. The smell of
sex still lingered in the bed covers.
"Just fine, Papa." He smiled at me and then nuzzled his bearded face into
my neck and kissed me lightly. I was starting to like this man. Not only
was he intelligent and a real hunk, but he was so attentive to me, my
desires and feelings. I looked again at his beautiful features, especially
his balding round head, dark eyes and cropped beard. We started to explore
each other's mouths again with our tongues, and soon enough I had my Papa's
weighty cock and balls in my hand. He wasn't hard yet and I enjoyed the
feeling of his dick flopping around in my palm. Papa had already started to
massage my asshole and every now and then his finger would slip in,
understandable given the way he pounded me the night before.
"Hey boy, why don't we finish this in the shower? I have to go in to work
soon and I know that you'll want to head back to Venice some time this
morning."
The thought of washing my new Papa in the shower excited me. I believe that
washing is one of the most intimate and sexy things two people can do, and
it would finally give me the opportunity to see Massimo bathed in natural
light for the first time since I met him. I watched Papa as he left the bed
and headed down the hallway. The image of his substantial, hairy ass
walking away stayed with me while I heard him getting towels and preparing
the shower.
"Hey son, come in here. I'm ready," he exclaimed after about five
minutes. I leaped to my feet and walked toward the bathroom. And when I got
there, I realized Massimo was in a room that can't properly be described as
a bathroom, but more like his own personal luxury spa. The main central
door opened into an expanse of white tile, decorated by tropical plants
everywhere. On the right were two pedestal sinks and on the left was a door
leading to the toilet area. The most unbelievable thing, though, was the
shower area, which lay directly before my eyes: enclosed in curved glass
walls jutting out from the side walls of the room, the shower was sunken
into the floor by about a foot. It must have been at least 12 feet
wide. The circular walls didn't meet, creating a door-less entry to the
shower area, in the center of which was my newfound Papa, being sprayed by
shower heads on opposite sides of the area. Above his head were tropical
plants hanging in ceramic pots from a vaulted ceiling. Massimo was
beautiful: water cascaded down his large, hairy body, over his gut and off
his dark, uncut cock. Behind him was a large glass wall, with two open
glass doors that led to his secluded garden in the back of his house, where
a large, tiled hot tub sat. Sun streamed in and illuminated Massimo's back.
"Well, aren't you going to come in?" Massimo said, looking up with a big
smile. I stepped down into the shower and hugged his wet body. I just
couldn't believe how amazing it was to be in this beautiful place with such
a god of a Dad. With all the naturalness of two people who had loved each
other for years, we proceeded to wash each other, one at a time, without
hardly saying a word. Papa soaped up my whole body and I couldn't help
getting hard from the way he handled my body; he kissed me periodically,
and this didn't help my erection at all. When he was finished, I started to
soap up his back, noticing that while I washed, he turned away and let a
thick stream of his piss come out of his dick into the drain. I played with
Papa's asshole when I washed it, remembering how delicious it tasted the
night before. When he turned around for me to wash his chest, I noticed
that his thick cock was erect. I took my time to lather up Papa's chest and
belly, and when it came time to attend to his dick, I carefully pulled back
his foreskin and washed his pinkish-brown head.
While we rinsed off, my Italian Dad started to massage my body and play
with my dick. He became a little more aggressive and started to lick and
bite my ears. I couldn't keep my hands off of Papa's cock, either. His
balls were just so beautiful and large that I would lose myself in fantasy
while I played with them; it was like they existed just for my pleasure.
Massimo walked away for a moment, the warm streams of water now focusing
just on me, and returned with a plastic chair, which he placed in the
middle of the circular shower area. He sat down. His hairy belly hung over
his groin a bit -- god, it was hot -- and my Daddy's cock protruded upward,
its foreskin still wrapped slightly around the cockhead. I knew how to
please Papa: he took me by the hand and guided my legs around the chair,
with my torso facing him. Slowly I sat down on Papa's dick. Man, it felt so
good to have him in my ass again. I wrapped my legs around his stocky torso
while he started to pump his hips. My hands cupped under his soft, hairy
pecs and I started to massage them. I looked down and the sight of his big
hairy belly against mine was just too hot. Massimo looked at me and
smiled. We started to kiss furiously and passionately while he continued to
gently pump his Daddy cock into my boy ass. Papa and I must have continued
making out and groaning for at least fifteen minutes. Occasionally I would
reach back and touch his big balls as they met my asshole.
Then Papa started to talk. "Baby boy, will you come for Papa, now," he
whispered in my ear. " You're such a good boy fuck and now you're making
Papa really happy. I love to pump my dick into your hole, sweet boy. Do you
know that this cock is all for you? All for Daddy's boy?"
"Yes, Papa," I grunted. "I love making my Papa happy and taking care of his
dick. It's my Daddy dick, all for me."
By now I was about to explode. All it took was a few strokes of my cock and
come shot upward onto Massimo's face and beard. I licked it off of him and
put it in his mouth with my tongue. Papa pulled out of my ass and rinsed
his still throbbing dick off in the shower. He pointed to the floor and I
immediately got on my knees and began suck his thick hairy rod and massage
his balls. Daddy let me play with his asshole while he pumped his cock into
my mouth. Soon, a thick stream of Papa come squirted in my mouth, causing
me to suck furiously and harder. It pleased me to no end to eat his come,
to have his loving juice in my stomach.
"I love you, sweet boy," he said, looking down at me with a smile.
"I love you, too, Papa," I said without hesitation. I gazed up at his
thickly built torso and hairy chest. I saw a drop of come gathering at the
end of his flaccid dick and licked the last bit of it off his foreskin.
* * * * * Within an hour, I was on the train from Mantua to Venice. Massimo
asked me to return the next weekend and I didn't really hesitate to say
"Yes." The quiet streets of Venice felt especially lonely, at least for the
first few hours back. In a day or so, after getting back into my usual
schedule, I was okay. All week, however, I found it difficult to
concentrate on my research without thinking of my weekend with Massimo. I
kept thinking back to how much I initially resisted calling him "Daddy" or
"Papa," but how wonderful and secure it felt to finally say it out loud. I
started to miss him, his tender kisses and the big dick that he assured me
was "mine." I don't know how many times I beat off that week thinking about
him.
Toward the end of the week, I called him to see if it would still be okay
to spend some time together. He was enthusiastic and encouraged me to
arrive by mid-day on Friday. Papa said that he had a surprise for me.
I arrived on early afternoon and, as instructed, I took a taxi from the
train station to just outside the main part of Mantua, where Massimo's
house is.located. When I arrived, his front door was unlocked (as he said
it would be) and I went in.
"Dad? Your boy is back from Venice," I hollered.
"Hey Son! Come back into the garden. I'm in the hot tub," Papa said. Taking
the hint, I took off my pants and rummaged through my bag for my blue
speedo. I stripped off my shirt and undershirt and, slipping my speedo on,
tucked my cock in nice for Dad. I went through the bathroom to get outside,
noticing that sun was streaming through the bushy plants and trees
bordering the tall, brick wall around the back garden.
When I got outside, I noticed that Papa was sharing the hot tub with
another young man. And my heart sank right then. Jealousy instantly surged
up in me, and it must have registered on my face, because Massimo turned to
the man and told him to hold on a minute.
Papa came out of the tub, completely naked, his dark skinned body
glistening in the son. He walked over, kissed me and hugged me, and walked
me back into the house.
"Listen, Son, I wanted you to meet Giorgio," he explained. "He's been my
regular son-guy for a while and I was hoping we could all enjoy each
other." I have never been able to hide my emotions. So, noticing that this
wasn't working for me, Massimo tried another tactic. "Why don't you go and
join him in the tub--just the two of you--and you can get to know him on
your own terms, maybe explore a little and pretend that both of you are my
sons. There's plenty of Papa to go around and I promise that I'll pay equal
attention to you." And then, the line I couldn't refuse: "Can you do that
for Papa?" He took my hand and moved it to his giant, dark balls, still
dripping from the hot tub. "These balls and this cock are just as much
yours as his." It felt good to hold Dad's sac. He left and went to the
kitchen to start making something to eat.
I sat on the couch in the main room for about ten minutes and then headed
to the hot tub outside. I still felt jealous of that boy out there, but
decided to just go with the situation. If I didn't like it, I just wouldn't
come to Mantua again.
Standing by the glass door leading from the bathroom, I noticed that
Giorgio was still in the hot tub. I watched him for a minute. He wasn't
unattractive by any means: he had dirty blonde hair, cut in Caesar style, a
thick goatee, a day's growth and like many northern Italian men, he seemed
to be of slight build, but I couldn't really tell since his body was
submerged in the water, just like the first time I met my Italian dad. He
saw me, smiled and motioned me over.
"Giorgio, I'm Paul," I mumbled. He looked me over with his green eyes,
which I could now see clearly as I stood next to the hot tub.
"Ciao, Paul. Would you like to join me?" I chuckled and stepped into the
tub with him. I told him a little about myself, where I was from, why I was
in Italy. He had a great sense of humor and we made each other laugh about
our respective countries. (I made lots of jokes about the Italian post
office.) We also shared our thoughts about Papa and how fucking hot he was,
how much fun it was to act like we were his boys.
"Papa told me a lot about you," he said. "And you're even cuter than he
described. You're irresistible." And with that comment, blushing, I didn't
know what to say. So, half out of nervousness and half out of
adventurousness, I told him that he was the first brother I'd ever had. He
was visibly turned on by this comment. We didn't say anything to each other
for about five minutes. Then he made his move, smiling at me, scooting over
next to me in the tub.
He took my hand and put it on his chest. My breath was taken away by how
built he was. His torso was thick, smaller than Dad's, but packed with
muscles. He had a racing stripe of hair that went down to his belly button
and to his already stiff dick. Giorgio was definitely turning me on and my
simmering jealousy seemed to be feeding into the heat of the moment. We
started making out, his tongue aggressively exploring my mouth and my
ears. I couldn't help playing with his nipples, which were large and
dark. Giorgio's dick wasn't very long, but it was fat, with a thick
mushroom head and surrounded by a mat of thick black pubic hair. He was
already rock hard and I was starting to feel my own dick fill up my speedo.
Evidently, Giorgio felt it, too. "I want to take these off of you,
fratello" he said, poking his finger into my speedo. I nodded and let him
slide them down over my ankles. He then turned and sat on top of me, his
body facing mine, his built chest out of the water and glistening in the
sun.
"I hope Papa will let you fuck me later, fratello" he said into my
ear. Giorgio really had the hots for this scene, I thought. I started to
rub my cock into his ass cheeks, which I was finally able to touch. They
were even hairier than Dad's! Giorgio and I stayed like this for a while: I
kept rubbing my cock along his ass and he couldn't keep his mouth off of
mine. In his movements, he deferred to me like I were his older, more
experienced brother; he sometimes made slightly feminine moans and looked
longingly at me, as if I were his ultimate object of desire.
We didn't even notice Papa come out of the house, still naked, his Daddy
cock flaccid and beautiful.
"Hey beautiful boys," he said, "I see you've become more acquainted." He
looked at us from a distance, smiling. We begged him to come join
us. "Listen, Daddy wants to see you two inside in a few minutes, OK?"
Giorgio and I cooled it off a bit by taking a quick, cool shower
together. We stayed in the shower long enough for our dicks to become soft
again. After drying each other off, we held hands and went to find Papa.
We found him in the living room. Massimo had moved some of the furniture
and placed a large, futon-like mattress on the carpet in the middle of the
room, next to the couch where we had had sex the first night I had met
him. Naked, he was sitting up with his back against the couch and his legs
straight out, slightly apart. His cock was draped across his right thigh
and his balls rested on the mattress.
"Look at you two, my sexy boys, my two sons," he said quietly. "Papa has
been waiting for this moment all week."
We immediately climbed down onto the mattress and framed his thick
body. Giorgio and I wasted no time to nuzzle our faces in his neck and
start kissing him and playing with his beard. Like two adolescent boys, we
were already hard; but so was Papa. We moved down to his tits and sucked on
his nipples at the same time, rubbing his belly with our hands; both of his
arms were around our bodies. Alternately, we'd move up to Dad's mouth and
stick our tongues in at the same time. I thought this was really hot.
Papa moved Giorgio's head down to his dick, and my sex-brother started to
make loud sucking sounds on Dad's dick. Papa turned his head to me and
planted a passionate kiss on my mouth, rubbing my shoulders and body.
"Are you okay with this, son," he whispered into my ear.
"Yeah, Papa, I'm fine. But I want some of your cock now. I missed it a lot
this week," I replied.
Giorgio gave up Dad's cock to me. It felt so good to have it in my mouth
again. I deep throated Papa for a while and really made him moan. My little
brother had moved behind my body and had started to eat my ass and play
with my balls. I was getting so hard that my cock was starting to
hurt. Papa layed down, face down on the mattress and instructed Giorgio to
fuck his face while I spread apart Dad's hairy ass and explored it with my
mouth. We changed positions often, always at Papa's suggestion, and
continued to suck, kiss and rub each other furiously. This went on for at
least a thirty minutes, and I couldn't really hold myself back any more.
I asked Papa where the condoms were. When I returned with them, I saw
Giorgio on his knees, his ass being eaten out. I couldn't believe how
fucking hot this all was. Papa stopped long enough let me roll a condom on,
and he started to fuck Giorgio slowly. I moved around and popped my dick
into Giorgio's mouth and then, a few minutes later, moved again and,
standing, put it in Papa's mouth while he thrusted his body into Giorgio's
hairiest ass. Papa told me to get on my knees and told Giorgio to stay
put. He slid his dick into me, not very gently, and started to pump my
ass. It made me so happy to have Dad's dick in my butt and to see Giorgio
watching. My little brother smiled at me and wiped the sweat off of my
forehead while Dad went to town on my asshole.
Then Papa started doing something that drove both of his sons crazy. We
both layed down onto the mattress and held our asses up to Dad. He would
fuck one boy ass for a minute, then switch asses, and he kept doing this,
back and forth, for some time. I couldn't believe his stamina. And by
having Dad's dick for only a minute or so at a time, it made me extra hot
for him. Giorgio and I started kissing while Dad fucked our asses in turn;
our kisses were interrupted only by our plaints to Dad switch asses and
fuck the empty ass.
"Look at my sexy boys down there," Papa exclaimed as he continued fucking,
"giving their asses to Dad. I love my two sexy sons. Your asses make Daddy
so happy. Daddy loves to see his boys make out and suck each other's
cocks."
I was so hot and turned on by this that my dick, pressed against the
mattress under the weight of my body, spurted out what seemed like a gallon
of come. Papa took off the condom, rolled Giorgio over. Kneeling behind
Papa, I jerked off his daddy dick until he came onto Giorgio. I licked up
some of Dad's come and put it in my little brother's mouth while he jerked
off. Daddy started sucking Giorgio and took all of his come in his
mouth. Laying down together, we all continued to savor each other's mouths
and the sweet taste of sex.
To be continued.